On the second floor of the building
the drunk animals lounged
all of them stroppy giraffes
necks, grins and knee jerk reactions
Big step and I would be in their domain
The merciless would kneecap them and be done
But I had to turn the lights off and sneak through
Big necks and limbs in the darkness
spreading across the floor and all up those ceilings
curvy and clumsy and uttering satisfies long wooos
smelling like damp jungles and homeless sweat
I got to the other side of the building
Each animal cried out in the darkness
Maybe they strayed from their parent too early
born out of a flappy wet bag of jelly
from fetal bliss to confused wobbly sprints
across the savanah except this wasn't savanah
it was the second floor.
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